They sent him round the circle fair,
To bow before the prettiest there.
I’m bound to say the choice he made
A creditable taste displayed;
Although-I can’t say what it meant-
The little maid looked ill-content.
His task was then anew begun-
To kneel before the wittiest one.
Once more that little maid sought he,
And went him down upon his knee.
She bent her eyes upon the floor-
I think she thought the game a bore.
He circled then-his sweet behest
To kiss the one he loved the best.
For all she frowned, for all she chid,
He kissed that little maid, he did.
And then-though why I can’t decide-
The little maid looked satisfied.
(Henry Cuyler Bunner)
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